Life poems

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The Exiles. 1660

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The goodman sat beside his door
One sultry afternoon,
With his young wife singing at his side
An old and goodly tune.

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The Truth Suppressed

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

Why do people sit in darkness as regards the Negro race?
Why so ignorant are nations of conditions in the case?
'Tis because the facts are strangled by a prejudice intense,
Truth is murdered in the forum when she cries in his defence.

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A Forest Hymn

© William Cullen Bryant

The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned

To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf II. -- The King's Return

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And King Olaf heard the cry,
Saw the red light in the sky,
  Laid his hand upon his sword,
As he leaned upon the railing,
And his ships went sailing, sailing
  Northward into Drontheim fiord.

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Negro Spirituals

© Anonymous

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel.
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Blow it right calm and easy,
Do not alarm my people,  
Tell dem to come to judgment,
  In dat great gittin’-up Mornin’, etc.

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Echo And The Ferry

© Jean Ingelow

So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tall at my feet,
And all the white orchard with fast-falling blossom was litter'd;
And under and over the branches those little birds twitter'd,
While hanging head downwards they scolded because I was seven.
A pity. A very great pity. One should be eleven.

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On Seeing An Officer's Widow Distracted

© Mary Barber

BRITAIN, for this impending Ruin dread;
Their Woes call loud for Vengeance on thy Head:
Nor wonder, if Disasters wait your Fleets;
Nor wonder at Complainings in your Streets:
Be timely wise; arrest th' uplifted Hand,
Ere Pestilence or Famine sweep the Land.

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One Struggle More, And I Am Free

© George Gordon Byron

One struggle more, and I am free
  From pangs that rend my heart in twain;
One last long sigh to love and thee,
  Then back to busy life again.

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Old Stone Chimney

© Henry Lawson

The rising  moon on the peaks was blending

  Her silver light with the sunset glow,

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The Appeal Of The Chorus

© Aristophanes

  But now for the gentle reproaches he bore
  On the part of his friends, for refraining before
  To embrace the profession, embarking for life
  In theatrical storms and poetical strife.

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The Fountain

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Traveller! on thy journey toiling
By the swift Powow,
With the summer sunshine falling
On thy heated brow,
Listen, while all else is still,
To the brooklet from the hill.

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The Vicissitudes Experienced In The Christian Life

© William Cowper

I suffer fruitless anguish day by day,
Each moment, as it passes, marks my pain;
Scarce knowing whither, doubtfully I stray,
And see no end of all that I sustain.

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The Going Of The Battery [Wive's Lament November 2nd 1899]

© Thomas Hardy

O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough -
Light in their loving as soldiers can be -
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea! . . .

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Our little Kinsmen—after Rain

© Emily Dickinson

Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
In plenty may be seen,
A Pink and Pulpy multitude
The tepid Ground upon.

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I

© Rabindranath Tagore

I wonder if I know him

In whose speech is my voice,

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A Conversation At Dawn

© Thomas Hardy

He lay awake, with a harassed air,
And she, in her cloud of loose lank hair,
  Seemed trouble-tried
As the dawn drew in on their faces there.

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By The Fireside : Resignation

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
  But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
  But has one vacant chair!

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Yellow Warblers

© Katharine Lee Bates

The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies
When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,
I looked out to the oak that, winter-long,
- a winter wild with war and woe and wrong -
Beyond my casement had been void of song.

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The Muses Threnodie: Seventh Muse

© Henry Adamson

To Moncrieff eastern, then to Wallace town,
To Fingask of Dundas; thence passing down
Unto the Rynd, as martial men we fare;—
What life man's heart could wish more void of care?
Passing the river Earn, on the other side,
Drilling our sojers, vulgars were afraid.